Act 114 Black Forest Border (1)

While Kuran was wondering about Brando's weird proposal, Antitina and Qian came to an abandoned manor near Fir City. The carriage of the two ladies drove deep into the manor and was received by several mercenaries who had been waiting there. When they stepped out of the carriage, the first thing they saw was the group of noisy young people in the open space not far away.

This manor has been renovated in recent months. The abandoned broken walls have been renovated with wooden walls. Now its scale is much larger than before, and red pine trees have been planted around it. Next year it will be renovated. It can grow into a lush green area, enough to block all the scenes in the manor.

There are hidden sentries placed in the pine forest, which can support each other with the open posts on the wooden fence. It is tightly defended and is the secret camp selected by Brando, and it will also be the training camp for the future White Lion Infantry.

The estate is divided into two parts. The southeastern quarter is provided to Brando's mercenary members and adventurers as dormitories. These people will provide protection and maintain order for the manor before the first batch of White Lion infantry grows up. In the future, Brando Most of them planned to merge them into this emerging corps, or transfer them to other places.

But it depends on how loyal Kerencia is to this group.

The person in charge here is the handsome, silver-haired, middle-aged mercenary captain.

Kerenthia originally had some suspicions about Brando's move to transfer him out of Fir City, but after learning about the future significance of this place to Brando's group, he quickly realized that this was not alienation but reuse. .

The grand regimental leader immediately became active and arranged the camp affairs in an orderly manner. Brando is very accurate in judging people. Kerencia's level of commanding battles can only be said to be mediocre, but this thoughtful man has talents in logistics and camp affairs that are difficult for ordinary people to match.

This can be seen from the orderliness of the camp today. Everything is in order. The sentries responsible for guarding have less bad habits left over from the past, although a month ago they were either mercenaries or soldiers. Adventurer.

Of course, there are inevitably some exceptions -

After Antitina got off the carriage, she stood under the shade of the mangrove tree next to the carriage. Qian, who was protecting her safety, stood aside silently - the tree species around them were evergreen hard-leafed trees common in the Tonigel area. The evergreen trees of the genus Tonkin can dye this area with a dark green color even in winter - the noble daughter stood under the dark green shade of the tree, watching the noisy scene in the open space not far away.

There were about sixty young people there.

The mercenaries were maintaining order on the playground, but most of the young people were selected from the locals and had not seen much of the world. When they saw a carriage stopping on the side of the road under the shade of trees,

And a noble daughter walked down from above, and there was a commotion immediately.

"Look, there's a noble lady over there!"

"How could a noble lady show up in a place like this?"

"Is she the lord's daughter?"

"Fuck you, the lord is so young, I've seen it before!"

"That's my fiancée."

"It's still possible."

The whispers inevitably fell into Antitina's ears. She listened silently, then looked back at Akane, "What?" The girl waved her red ponytail, was slightly startled, and looked back at this Rich lady.

"Nothing." Antitina replied, looking back.

She looked at those young people. This was one of the Lord's plans. The formation of the White Lion Infantry had been on Tony Geer's agenda from the beginning; but establishing a powerful legion was not something that could be accomplished overnight. Brando planned to train them in advance. A group of young people will serve as the backbone of the White Lions in the future - not only the officer system, but also his own bodyguard knights.

Most of these young people come from nearby areas - sons of tenant farmers, craftsmen or small businessmen. Some also come from manors, are descendants of gentry, or are mercenaries or adventurers.

However, one thing they have in common is that they are no more than twenty years old, and some are even teenagers. They are like a blank sheet of paper, full of plasticity.

They stood there, whispering and discussing, full of uneasiness and curiosity about the future; they had only been here three or four days, and had only experienced simple training, and perhaps they had already been whipped by the mercenaries. It warns about the importance of discipline, but it still inevitably carries the youthful greenness and restlessness.

Only a few young men from mercenaries or gentry families were somewhat calm. They stood out of tune with their surroundings and easily attracted the attention of noble daughters.

"Who are those people?" she asked.

"The children of the nearby manor." The mercenary next to him replied.

"Children of the manor?" Antitina was surprised. The children of the manor are all descendants of the gentry. How come they are here?

"Escaped secretly."

It turned out that they were the children of the nobles who were looking for excitement. The noble daughter looked at those people. "Have you investigated?" Her words were actually redundant. Now that they have come here, they have lost their room for advancement and retreat. These people will be sent to the black forest, no matter what their mentality is.

Antitina only hopes that these young people will not regret their choices.

She took out the pocket watch from her arms - this pocket watch was given to him by Brando. Although it was just a silver-plated pocket watch that was not very valuable, she had been using it carefully, treating it as a treasure and not planning to change it again.

She opened the watch cover and saw that the time on the dial was close to eleven o'clock in the morning.

She raised her head and saw a mercenary on the playground running towards her. The mercenary stopped in front of her, put one hand on his chest and saluted her, and then replied: "That's almost it, miss." ——”

Antitina nodded.

The mercenary saluted her again, then turned and ran back.

She took a breath and blinked silently as she saw four caravans approaching on the other side of the clearing.

This kind of carriage is of course different from the four-wheeled carriages used by nobles. Compared with the exquisite handicrafts, they are more like large-scale inferior products - originally this kind of caravan was a merchant's caravan. and used by farmers to transport goods.

However, the mercenaries did not care about their use. After numbering the young people in turn, recording them in the book and issuing number plates, they drove the young people into the carriage - the number plates were Brando's imitation of Safflund silver. It is made of a mine work card, and the texture is also wooden, but the seemingly poor workmanship has the magic imprint of Tamar. You can tell the authenticity through a red crystal engraved with detection magic.

Each of the leaders of this project holds one crystal of this kind. However, except for Brando, who has a permanent crystal, the crystals in the hands of others are time-sensitive products that must be replaced regularly.

After the young people got on the car one by one, the open space became quiet, as if the previous discussions were an illusion. It was only then that Antitina let out a sigh of relief.

She saw the last person getting on the bus, and then turned back to Akane and said, "Let's get on the bus too."

"Aren't we going with them?" the red-haired girl asked.

"There is another way for us to go," Antitina turned and walked towards the carriage, while quietly replying: "The Lord's whereabouts are secret, we cannot let others see our carriage."

The red-haired girl nodded. She took a closer look at the staff lady, feeling a slight admiration for her meticulousness.

"Do you want to go?" She followed and asked behind Antitina.

"What?"

"Black Forest."

Antitina stopped, but this time she didn't answer.

…

Black Forest Border——

When Brando got off the carriage, feeling the lazy afternoon light, he couldn't help but stretch his muscles. He raised his head and watched the sun's rays form a dazzling halo across the tips of the rows of black pines, and the sparse sunlight in the forest fell on the grass.

Then he heard a complaint coming from behind him: "I should have known you were not well-meaning."

Brando turned around and saw a depressed Kuran jumping out of the carriage. The old man was rarely dressed in military uniform since he left the Schafflund Silver Mine. He had everything from long swords to short swords to daggers. He also brought a short bow and a quiver. He looked more like an adventurer. Rather than a traveler.

He took a deep breath. Although the dark forest was full of dangers, the air was rarely refreshing. Although the air in the forest was damp and cold, it was filled with the freshness of vegetation.

Kuran lowered his head and saw his riding boots stepping on the thick grass. He stamped his feet, causing the snakes, insects, rats, and ants under the soil to scatter out.

"Centipedes, scorpions..." the old man said while shaking his head: "This is really a ghost place."

"I heard that you also had the experience of fighting outside the borders of civilization during the November War." Brando turned around and asked.

"Don't even mention that experience." Kuran couldn't bear to look back. The tragedy of the November War sometimes forced them to retreat into the black forest to fight. That was the only time the commanders made a reckless plan after the Era. Tactics: Both sides of the war are red-eyed, like two dying beasts strangling each other's throats, but neither one is able to kill the other first.

The cruelty of the war is beyond the imagination of later generations. A battle often ends with only a few dozen or even a few people surviving in the established army. It is common for the battlefield to be filled with corpses and blood for dozens of miles. .

In most cold weapon battles, it is a hell-like scene.

Brando understood and didn't mention it again.

But the third person to jump out of the carriage was Caglis. This young man got off the last one. He grabbed Mordenkainen from the driver's seat and dragged the poor elemental apprentice for a short distance into the forest. .

"Let me go!" The man with the duck as his familiar protested loudly, but in terms of strength, he could not be the opponent of a higher-level swordsman.

Caglis ignored this guy. He looked around and took a deep breath: "Is this the Black Forest?"

"What, you're not satisfied?" Kuran turned back angrily.

"It looks similar to the forest in Khalagal Mountain." Caglis looked curiously at the depths of the forest, which was as dark as a dark-toned oil painting.

"Humph, I hope you don't regret it."

"Regret?" Caglis shook his head. He turned around and grinned: "I had a little regret at first, but now I don't have any regrets. How come I didn't think of venturing into the black forest before?"

"That's because you were just a little lunatic before and haven't met this big lunatic yet." Kuran glanced at Brando and cursed in his heart.

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